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       "dawson! behind you!”

   firefighters drunk off too many beers after a good shift tended to lift spirits and    mischief. shay may  not be sober, but at  least she had another thirty six hours     to sleep off the copius amount of tequila  they  were buying her. a big save, no    casualties-- those were hard to come by. unstable footing throws   the  blonde     into the back of her partner: dark   jacket,  skinny  jeans,  she  was  absolutely     certain that the woman she  had  just  shoulder checked into oblivion was her    partner in medical crime. but as bodies collided, a flash rip of sobriety knocks    sense   into her, and  though the woman may be wearing a jacket that dawson    owned,   she    definitely  wasn’t  dawson.  f u c k.  a  cacophony   of  howling     laughter erupts from behind them.

melly lost the meme wown

            "alright, yes, you won. but, to be fair, you’re supposed to be in better shape than i am. what with being an actual government agent and all,” she comments taking a sip out of her water bottle. she should have never said yes to a last stretch race but her competitive side, that almost never comes out, had been tested by alex. she hadn’t been able to say no. she doesn’t regret it, though, it was fun.

send a heart for a specific kiss // still accepting ;; 

          sometimes, when it’s quiet, maggie finds herself remembering just how lucky she is that someone like alex danvers would like her. she could watch the deo agent for hours as she goes about her daily tasks, lost in her own world, muttering to herself under her breath as she tries to figure out a problem - everything about her sets maggie’s heart alight and it hurts that she’ll never quite find the right words to portray how she feels.

          pushing herself up off the couch, maggie approaches an alex who seems to be indecisive with several takeout menus in hand, the small crease between her eyebrows bringing forth a small chuckle as the smaller of the two reaches her side. ❝ danvers? ❞ maggie reaches out and gently plucks the menus from the other’s hold and places them on the kitchen counter, hoping that she could gain the taller’s attention. ❝ you’ll spend forever looking at those and then order from the same place you always do. i know you, remember? ❞ she laughs.

BEEP BEEP LETTUCE | STATUS: yeah

       ❝ really ? i was under the impression that alien interference is, by description, YOUR PROBLEM. ❞

send me a 💢 for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours with a growing bruise on their cheek. // accepting